“Vivianne Viveur wears the mask of an ancient theatrical actress. Into her frozen hands she holds tied a purple rose, withered by now. Bleeding colours make up her eyes. She barely stands under the falling snow while acts her dramatic lyrics in dark atmospheres to a public of just marionettes, wax dolls and weeping winged angels. As soon as you will see her, she will disappear into the world of the moon”
Vivianne
COMMENTI (1)
ciao cuginone sono carmine sei un garnde bello anche l' ultimo album , continua così . ci vediamo per le feste di netale ad avellino.[: